Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everyone else in the books belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. I'm happy that she invented it, and I wouldn't want to take it away from her.

A/N: First Harry Potter fic, so go easy on me. I was just thinking one night, what if Harry and Ron became Animagi? So, I decided to write this fic. Warning, I am a Harry/Hermione shipper, through and through. This is written from Harry's point of view. In the fic, everyone is in their seventh year at Hogwarts, and Voldemort has been defeated already (by Harry, of course.) Okay, now, one with the fic.


I glanced at the clock. It was ten thirty at night, and everyone was asleep. It was time to meet Ron.

I got up, and crept silently towards the door to our dorm. Ron joined me a few seconds later. I opened the door, and slipped through it, with Ron following me, just as silently. We proceeded down the stairs, through the common room, and out through the portrait hole. The fat lady woke up and blinked sleepily at us.

"Out for another run, eh, you two?" She asked with a smile. We nodded, and proceeded down the hall, making sure to not make any noise. We didn't want Ms. Norris finding us out and bringing Filch in. He would make sure that we were expelled.

It didn't take us long to get outside of the castle. We had learned all of the secret passageways that the castle held. The map that my father and his friends had left had helped us a lot…

As soon as we were outside, Ron and I stuck to the shadows, and made our way to the Forbidden Forest. It was a full moon, and you could see almost as well as day. We didn't want to be discovered.

It took us only a few minutes to reach the forest. Once we were inside the first line of trees, and in the darkness, we relaxed slightly. I nodded to Ron. We always went one at a time, so that the other could keep an eye out for danger.

Ron started the change. Red fur grew in a wave all down his body. A tail grew as an extension of his spine, and he started to shrink a bit. His clothes disappeared, and his mouth and nose grew into a muzzle. His ears grew, and moved to the top of his head. His hands and feet changed into paws, and he fell forward onto all fours. His legs lengthened, as well as his neck, a little. When the change was finished, where Ron had once stood, was now a large, lanky, and alert looking fox. Very large, as in the size of a wolf. The change had taken no more than five seconds.

Ron grinned a fox smile at me, and turned to keep an eye out for danger while I changed.

I concentrated, and felt the changes begin. Short black hair grew all over my body, and a short tail grew. My clothes also disappeared, and I grew a muzzle, too. My ears grew, and my eyes moved a bit to the sides of my new face. My neck stretched, and my back lengthened. My legs grew a lot longer, and a lot thinner and more delicate. My hands and feet became small cloven hooves, and I rapidly grew. The final touch was the set of antlers that grew from the top of my head, between my ears. Again, the change took no more than five seconds.

I stood there, tall, strong, and proud. I had become a stag, just as my father had, many times before me. I had been delighted when I found out that my Animagus form was a stag, as I felt it bonded me closer to my father. But, I was different from a normal stag, in that my coat was ebony black, and not brown, like a normal stag's coat.

I flicked my ears, and grinned as much as I was able to down at Ron. Like Ron was larger than a normal fox, I was much larger than a normal stag. I was as large as a 16-hand horse (A/N: Which is 5'4" high at the top of the shoulder, for those of you that don't know. Big.) at the shoulder, but a lot slimmer and more athletic.

Ron crouched playfully, and I did the same, kinda. It's kinda hard for a stag to crouch. I was the first to move, as I leapt up and bounded off through the bushes. Ron and I had spent many nights exploring the Forbidden Forest, and we now knew every trail, and where it led, in the forest around Hogwarts. I quickly found a path, and bounded down it, with Ron chasing me close behind in our own version of tag.

I headed to our favorite place in the forest, a spot that few, even its residents, knew about. There was only one trail that led to it, and that was so overgrown, and had so many twists and turns in it, that it was easy to loose it. Ron and I slowed to a walk, to navigate the tricky path.

It didn't take us long to reach our destination. A large, beautiful meadow, that already was sparkling with dew in the cold night air. We didn't care about the cold. Our coats kept us warm, anyways.

The moonlight shone down on the meadow, but we didn't have much to worry about now. Even if someone or something saw us, they wouldn't recognize us. And, we were large enough, strong enough, and fierce enough to deter anything in the forest that might like us for a snack.

Ron trotted off to the other end of the meadow, which was his favorite site for chasing mice. He didn't kill or eat them, he merely caught them and let them go. His reason was that it helped him to develop his reflexes as a fox, but I didn't believe him. He probably did it for fun.

Once Ron had left, I lowered my head and nipped lightly at a few blades of grass. I wasn't really hungry, but it helped to pass the time. Besides, I was a stag. What else was I supposed to eat?

I was so absorbed in eating, that I didn't hear her soft step. I only knew that, when I looked up the hill that I was grazing at the base of, she was there, outlined in the moonlight.

A doe. And not just any doe. This one, outlined in the moonlight, seemed more perfect, and more delicate than any doe I had yet seen in the forest. She was still a bit young, I could tell, as her back wasn't fully lengthened yet. Still, it seemed to only add to her charm.

I raised my head higher to get a better look at her, and she noticed me for the first time. She flicked her ears, as if deciding what to do, and slowly and delicately walked down the hill. She soon stood a few feet away from me, and I got a good look at her.

My first look at her had been wrong. She didn't look more perfect and delicate than the other does. She was more perfect and delicate than the other does. She had slimmer legs, was thinner, but she looked more athletic. She had a head that I could only describe as sculpted, with large, innocent, intelligent brown eyes. She was larger than other does, but still smaller than me. Her coat was a peculiar shade of red-brown that I had never seen on a doe or stag before, yet seemed familiar, all the same. Her breath misted in the air before her small, delicate black nose.

Basically, she was a knockout, to my stag body.

I tossed my head to hide my discomfort, then resumed grazing, still watching her. She watched me for a second, and then started grazing herself, a few feet away from me.

I was watching her, instead of my grazing, so I was surprised when she made a small jump over next to me, and knocked my head away from the plant I had been about to take a bite out of with her fore hoof.

I blinked and shook my head in annoyance. She had gone back to grazing, and I again tried to eat the plant. Again she knocked my head away.

Now, this was getting weird. I then noticed what the plant that I had been about to eat was...

Aconite. If I had eaten it, I would have died. I looked at her gratefully, and walked a few feet away to another spot to start grazing. Although, I checked the spot out, to make sure that there were no more poisonous plants there.

I took the time that I was grazing to think. That doe was obviously very smart. She had recognized a poisonous plant, and had known how to keep me from eating it. I shook my head. I didn't really want to think about it right now. I went back to grazing.

We were undisturbed for about half an hour, when we were interrupted by another, smaller stag. He ignored me, and instead concentrated on the doe. He circled around her a few times, making her uneasy. Then, he started to drive her towards the forest with his antlers. I didn't take much notice of it. After all, I wasn't a real stag. This didn't concern me.

A cry of pain from the doe changed my mind. My head shot up, and I was able to discern a dark spot on her shoulder, with an equally dark trail leading down from it.

Blood. The smaller stag had driven one of his sharp tines to hard against her, and had hurt her.

A red mist swam before my sight. No one deserved to be treated like that. And she had saved my life.

I was running before I knew it. I trumpeted a war cry to the other stag, and he turned, lowered his head, and charged. I lowered my head as well, so that my antlers were facing forward, as well. The distance between us rapidly diminished.

We came together with a crash, and the other stag was driven back a couple of feet by the momentum of my charge. He planted his hooves and shoved back, stopping me from driving me back any more.

I carefully dug my hooves into the ground a little for leverage, and then pushed with all my might. The other stag's legs buckled under my onslaught, and he fell to the ground, disengaging our antlers. I arched my neck, until my sharp tines were pointed straight down. I then lunged, driving my tines deeply into his side.

He cried out in pain and defeat, and I backed off a couple of steps. He weakly rose to his feet, and, at my angry snort, he limped off. I made a small, threatening charge, and he sped up his retreat. I watched him until he disappeared into the forest.

I snorted again, and turned to the doe. She was holding her foreleg off of the ground, and was obviously in pain. I walked over to her, and stood beside her. She carefully leaned against me gratefully.

I was proud, for having helped her as she had helped me. But, I was worried. What would happen when morning came, and I had to return to the school? I wouldn't be able to protect her anymore. I put the thought out of my mind. I didn't really want to think about the right now.

I looked at the doe again, as she carefully folded her legs, and lay down in the cool grass. I flicked my ears, and started watching the surrounding forest.

And that is how I spent the rest of the night. Standing protectively over the reddish doe, as the moon shone down on our coats. And, I believe, that is when I started to fall in love with her.

I knew it was foolish. She was a doe, and I was a human, transformed into a stag. We had no future together.

That made no difference to my heart. I loved her. I didn't know how, or why, but I did. With all my heart.

I sighed sadly, and felt an answering sigh from the doe beneath me. I looked down at her, and gently nudged her lovingly with my nose.

She shook her head in surprise. And, somehow, I knew, she knew that I loved her.

It was then that things got weird.

The doe slowly stood, and started to change. The closest thing I could attribute the change to was when I changed from stag to human.

Her tail disappeared, her legs shortened and thickened, and her muzzle shrank back into her face. She shrank, and her fur disappeared, right after her clothes reappeared. Her ears shrank, and long, red-brown hair grew on her head. She rose to stand on two legs, and her hooves became hands and feet. She had become a human girl, no, woman, my age. And, not just any human.

Hermione. Hermione was the doe.

She gently took my large head in her hands, being careful of her injured shoulder, and gently stroked my forehead, causing me to sigh happily. I looked into her eyes, and saw sadness there.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, almost crying. "I'm sorry that we can't be. I'm a human, and you're not. I thank you for all that you've done, and I love you as well, but we have no future together." I was surprised. Those were the same thoughts that had run through my mind.

My heart nearly broke when she removed her hands from my head, and turned away, crying. I hated seeing her sad. And, I knew what I had to do.

I made the change, from stag to human, faster than I ever had before. I caught her hands in mine, and she turned, watching as the last bits of stag disappeared, to be replaced by human features.

She was speechless for a few seconds, and then said, softly, in her sweet voice, "Harry?"

I slowly nodded, and she slowly asked, "You were the stag?"

I nodded again, and she blinked in surprise. I freed one of my hands from hers, which had unconsciously gripped them tighter. I gently placed my hand against her cheek, and she closed her eyes and leaned against it. I gently tugged her closer, and enveloped her in a gentle hug, being careful of her shoulder.

Hermione snuggled closer to me, crying again. Only, this time, she was crying tears of happiness. After a few minutes, her crying died down, and I gently lifted her chin with my fingers. I studied her eyes with my own, and whispered softly, "Beautiful." She blushed, and then blushed even harder as I leaned down, and gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. I could tell that she was surprised, but, after a few seconds, she started to kiss me back. The kiss seemed to last for forever, yet to take no time at all. We finally parted for air.

Hermione sighed happily, and rested her head on my shoulder. I held her closer, protectively.

I noticed then that it was almost morning. And, right on cue, Ron trotted up, then stopped, surprised. I gave him a look that said, "I'll fill you in later."

I wriggled a little to get Hermione's attention, then whispered in her ear, "It's time to head back. Do you think you can walk?"

She nodded, and we reluctantly parted. We both changed to our Animagus forms, and Ron's eye's nearly bugged out when he saw Hermione become a doe. Again, I gave him a look that said that I would tell him later.

We started back towards the school, with me and Ron going slow, so that Hermione could keep up. Even at our pace, it only took us about ten minutes to get to the edge of the forest. We all changed back to human, and started back towards the castle, with Ron walking ahead. Hermione and I lagged behind, just so that we could hold hands on the way back.

When we got to the castle, we split up. Hermione went to the infirmary for her shoulder, and Ron and I headed back towards the Gryffindor common room. I wanted to go with Hermione, but she assured me that she would be all right. So, reluctantly, I followed Ron.

Once we got back to the common room, Ron plopped down on a couch, and asked, "Okay, what happened back there?"

I sat down on another couch, and relayed to him the events that had taken place in the meadow. By the time I finished, Ron was smiling.

"Way to go, Harry!" He said with a laugh. I blushed, and he grinned, then looked over my head. "I'll just go to bed, and leave you two alone." He got up to leave, while I turned.

There stood Hermione, with her shoulder healed. She smiled, and walked over to the couch I was sitting on, and sat down next to me. I gently hugged her, and she snuggled closer to me.

I smiled, and whispered softly in her ear, "You're beautiful in both your forms." She blushed, and then her eyes sparkled mischievously. I learned why, as she gently kissed me, snuggled even closer to me with a yawn.

It was then that I realized just how tired I was. I leaned against the armrest of the couch, and Hermione rested her head on my chest, using me as a pillow.

And so, I fell asleep, in the arms of my love, the only person on earth, muggle or witch, that was perfect for me, in both forms.


A/N: Okay. Like it? Hate it? Tell me! I'm sorry if the characters seemed a little out of character in this fic… actually, it didn't turn out like I had hoped it would, but still, I think it was nice. Oh, and if you don't happen to be a Harry/Hermione fan, don't flame me because I am. I have my opinion, just as you have yours. This is a one shot fic, so don't be expecting a sequel. Okay, now please tell me how you liked it!